An ornament of the table side
An ornament with no will to glide
An ornament doing nothing more
Than being brought with you
Is such a bore
Being dragged around in gift rap fashion
No one really cares about my passion
They may make conversation with me
But I am an object and nothing to see
Im an object with nowhere to be
And They’re all bored of me
I'm quiet speak less
Think about how I'm blessed
To be an ornament with nothing to say
So people can’t ruin my day
They see me but I'm invisible in a way
I am there but only for display
Should I become a person or should i stay what i am
A pretty ornament that is bland
A visible object that not there in the same
An ornament with only a name